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| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 | | 9:49 pm |
What kind of Goth are you?
 | You scored as Anything-Goes Goth. You are very open minded. You may or may not be devoted to your "Gothickry," but you aren't anal about it either way, and you are willing to explore the various niches of the gothic subculture.
Anything-Goes Goth | | 79% | Understanding Outsider | | 75% | Perky Goff | | 71% | Ethereal Goth | | 67% | Fantasy Goth | | 67% | Old-school Goth | | 29% | Romantic Goth | | 29% | Confused Outsider | | 29% | Industrial/Rivet-Head | | 25% | Cyber-goth | | 17% | Death Rocker | | 8% | </td>
What subcategory of Goth best fits you?
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| | Sunday, January 15th, 2006 | | 1:20 am |
Rant about Brokeback Mountain
Imagine you've been told - over and over again! - that there's this fantastically good opera playing nearby, and that it's practically a life-altering experience and you simply MUST go! So, being a fan of operas (don't lose me here!), you buy a ticket, you drag a few relatively unprotesting friends, and you sit down expecting a musical extravaganza that would rarify the soul and raise the spirit. And after a huge velvet curtain goes up... ... there's one guy in a cowboy outfit, playing a guitar. He plays one VERY good, very melancholy song that will probably stay with you for a long time. A very beautiful piece. But then he bows and walks off, and the curtain goes down again. Show's over. That's IT! And instead of thinking, as you'd have normally done, "Wow, that was an awesome song! This guy is good", you think "Hold on, I expected a life-altering opera! What gives??" - and you walk away, if not in a huff, then at least somewhat let down :-p Brokeback Mountain is a very good movie. It has Heath Ledger being shockingly believable, as a guy who ages 20 extremely bitter years in under 2 hours. It has cinematography to die for, and a few genuinely heart-rending moments. It has a ridiculously beautiful mountain in the background. So yes, GOOD MOVIE - just not the gift from Gods that breathy radio announcers claim it to be. Had I seen it randomly (at a friend's house, on Bravo, during a free showing while hiding from the rain), I'd been blown away, or at least considered it time well, well spent. Now I was just like "Is that IT? Where is my life-altering experience? Booo! :-p" Which gave me a yet another depressing conspiracy theory :-p. Before seeing B-Mountain, I was proud of our society for advertising a "gay" movie as a "one of the greatest love stories in cinematic history" (which it is, arguably - provided your knowledge of cinematic history is based on stuff that's a) mainstream only and b) American only).) The "celebrate diversity" theme of the 90s (God I miss the 90s!) has all but disappeared in face of the anti-terrorist, suspect-thy-neighbor paranoia. It felt great to think that the pendulum has begun to swing back.... that is, until I had a scary thought that purposefully overhyping it is a way better - and way more insidious! - method of killing a controversial movie (as opposed to say, the old school method of banning it from theaters or ranting against it in conservative newspapers :-p). Moderate people will go see it, will be disappointed, will turn away in disgust. Score another victory for the gay-bashing front! ...Sigh........ | | Monday, December 5th, 2005 | | 12:39 am |
...awake and ranting about Rent
It's 12:40 am, I've pried myself from a book using unnecessary force and quite a few death threats - the IM crowd has been said good-night to, except Tree who's out doing the combat thing - by all logic, I should turn in only, but...I...just...can't... bring myself to do so, so I'm going to rant about the movie version of "Rent" for a while! I just saw it today with lareina95 (woman with untapped depths of strangeness, if I'm any judge :-). ... When I first heard the original recording of Rent (summer of '97, right after HS graduation), I liked the story to the point where it haunted me for several weeks. I also happily separated the songs into the really good ones ("La Vie Bohemme" + a few others) and the ones that got on my nerves. Later, and with help from my WAY-more-cynical college friends, it dawned on me how much of the story was pretentious and downright unfair (why is it cool for Angel to kill Benny's dog, even indirectly? why is Mimi, who has AIDS, pursuing Roger BEFORE she knows that he's likewise sick - and why is Mark cheering her on before he knows that SHE's sick? And why exactly do the main characters all believe they're entitled to free housing, anyway?) Still, a few true notes remained (as far as love and friendship and death was concerned), and I figured I'll hang on to those while ignoring the occasional moments of ick :-p. Crap, it's getting late! Anyway, the movie was... well, better than I expected, but considering that reading the reviews had left my expectations struggling for breath WAY below the subterranean level... Yeah, the only way to go was up! The beginning was painful - we see Roger and Mark, setting fire to posters in the middle of their loft (LOFT!!!), supposedly to keep warm, because their heat has been turned off and "their feet are turning blue" - and then they go and chuck the whole fiery mess out the window, as a protest against the "unfair" rent-money demand... Erm, yeah, looks pretty, and very dramatic too, but didn't they just toss out their heat source? And what the hell - Roger's leather jacket looks expensive enough to take care of the electric bill for the next few days, if not the whole month! And for a starving (and ill) artist, he just looks too damn HEALTHY, with round cheeks and Bon Jovi hair. Gaa, people! My sympathy level just shot waaaaay down... If I'm not mistaken, there was no actual speaking in the original play - the characters sang to each other as they bantered, fought, flirted - whatever! Over the top, yes! - but it presumably worked onstage, where the emotions are cranked a few decibels higher than they would be on-screen. Here, for some reason, the director had the cast switch between speaking and singing - yet the poor actors had to speak the original RHYMING lyrics, - speak, not recite! - and it sounded so silly, you felt embarrassed for them! Plus, a ton of the original stage dialogue was cut out - which is a shame, because characters' constant repartee - sharp and sizzling! - was the part of the show that I could enjoy over and over again, even as the music became repetitious and the emotiions top-heavy. Strike two! Gah, it's getting late. By the way, I've seen Rosario Dawson (who plays Mimi in Rent) way earlier, in "Kids" - and like her, breathed a sigh of huge relief when she turned out to be HIV-negative, despite having had tons of opportunity to get infected. Yet here she is in "Rent", not looking terribly different, but playing a drug-addict who's dying of AIDS - it's like I'm watching the same girl, but several tragic years later :-( A few good words for Rent before I conk out, my resolution to get more sleep now thoroughlly out the window. Rosario is awesome, as always; the woman who played Joanne blew my mind completely, and the "Santa Fe" song in a subway car seemed so cool and spontaneous I was sorry when it ended. Likewise, the few moments inside the "Life Support" meeting were ridiculously poignant - for the first time, it felt like you were looking at a real portrayal of people with AIDS, rather than a glossied-up version, and it hurt like it should have. (In fact, the only time I truly felt for Roger was when Marc advises him not to stay home on Christmas, and Roger shrugs a bit and says "I'll live" - and the words just kind of hang there, since well, technicaly - he won't, at least not much longer) So yes - all in all it wasn't a total hack fest, so I'm somewhat grateful for that, at least... One last bit of irony: the only guy I know who can somewhat relate to the supposed world of Rent - he's an artist and an anarchist, who's been homeless more than once and who firmly believes in free love and free housing - well, he HATED the show :-)p. | | Friday, December 2nd, 2005 | | 12:28 am |
...pointless...
I'm starting to severely envy people who belong to RPG communities and play in their spare time :-)p. Almost every morning I overhear my two coworkers - brothers and fellow gamers - discuss in detail their campaigns from the night before. They're always defeating evil dukes, trading new and improved weaponry, meeting new comrades-in-arms, etc. My evenings tend to be slightly less glamorous :-p, even if you count the heroic defeat of Flash and the death-defying potato puffs recipe! (I did burn my tongue thomething fierthe!) It's like these guys get to escape to this marvellous world of adventure on a daily basis, where you get to buckle the swash to your heart's content and yet always come back to life. Waaaaa, I wanna play toooooo! Stupid Communist puritan childhood, which teaches you to shun un-productive entertainment. Yes, reading is productive... erm! Current Mood: holy cow I'm not doing Flash!Current Music: the whoosh of heater | | Monday, April 11th, 2005 | | 12:53 am |
Regret.
1989: last time I saw my grandparents in Kiev. 1990-1998: didn't go back to see them, because I didn't yet have an American passport. 1999-2001: didn't go back to see them, because I was still in college. Had to spend my summer vacations working, in order to continue paying for classes. 2001-2002: didn't go back because I was looking for a job. 2003-2004: didn't go back because I was too preoccupied with job, family, relationships and friends. Not enough of an excuse, and this will haunt me for the rest of my life. 9/2004: finally realized that I'm an adult with a job and free time, and that I should go back and visit my grandparents. 3/2005: made plans to go back in August. 4/2005: my grandfather passes away from a heart attack. Draw your own conclusions! | | Wednesday, March 16th, 2005 | | 11:52 pm |
The Prioress
You scored 5% Cardinal, 74% Monk, 61% Lady, and 32% Knight! |
You are a moral person and are also highly intellectual. You like your solitude but are also kind and helpful to those around you. Guided by a belief in the goodness of mankind you will likely be christened a saint after your life is over.
You scored high as both the Lady and the Monk. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the lady, or you can be happy that you're an individual. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 1% on Cardinal |
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You scored higher than 96% on Monk |
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You scored higher than 88% on Lady |
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You scored higher than 25% on Knight |
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| | Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005 | | 11:43 pm |
| | Tuesday, January 25th, 2005 | | 12:03 am |
Snow
Snow is pretty, except when you're shoveling it off your car while wearing someone else's winter boots. Icicles are gorgeous, except when they're melting gently into your living room through the spaces in the window frame. (Even then, they make nice soothing tinkly noises). Karate is awesome except when I don't know if Raquel is coming with me tomorrow! Woman, leave the tiles for a bit and let me know if you're going :-)p! To Kelly: I was walking by Panera bread earlier tonight and I saw you at the counter. I swear I could see your smile beaming from across the parking lot :-). | | Thursday, January 13th, 2005 | | 12:57 am |
What is it with this test making people out to be just a few years past their actual age?
You Are 27 Years Old |
27
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
| | | Thursday, October 7th, 2004 | | 11:38 pm |
Help... I'm having a Drac's Ball day situation!
Hi everyone! (BTW, Quel, are you still going to karate tomorrow, i.e. Friday?) I was presented with a situation today, that I'm not sure how to resolve :-p. A friend of mine from work has just now been guilted into attending an afternoon wedding Sunday the 31st (i.e. the day of Dracula's Ball, I'm kind of incredulous people would hold a party of that caliber the night before work day :-)p... although I might have a bit of leeway, since my supervisor himself is a frequent attendee...) Anyway, this guy is asking-asking-asking me to go to this wedding thingie with him (not as a date, more of an emergency escort) and promises to deliver me back to my apt by 5:30 that day. Does anyone know at this point where are we meeting...when... etc.? Gaaaaaaa, on one hand I hate to turn down someone that prostrate, on the other I wouldn't want to hold anyone up ... plus, on a less altruistic note, the whole getting-ready process was a lot of fun last time, and I'd hate to miss out on it. Any information/thoughts/suggestions/smacks-o n-the-head anyone can supply will be totally appreciated. | | Saturday, July 17th, 2004 | | 1:40 am |
Does anyone else miss the 90s?
Just saw a bit of "I love 90s", a series of MTV tributes to each year of a specific decade, in this case - the past one... Now, that I think about it, nostalgia is one of the more useless human emotions, but dammit, half the things I enjoy are totally useless... So what the heck! They kept playing songs from '98 that comprised the sound track of my commute to college, back when I used to drive to the train station every morning. "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia... hello, coffee-aftertaste, flannel shirt against the October cold, my own sleepy reflection in the train-window glass. Where am I, where am I going? My first year at Drexel was was a blur of confusion and vague disappointments, but there were moments of such intense clarity, they still tingle on my tongue after 7 years. My first friend, Todd - fellow philosophy geek and a total bullshit addict - back when we got along easily, before the hormones went bad... Sitting on the pavement outside the Academic Building, legs stretched before us tripping the unwary art students on their way to the studio classes - mine isn't due for another hour at least, so I'm free to soak up the remaining sunshine. Everything is glowing orange, there is an air of happy preoccupation with this strange new life, and absolutely no one wants anything to do with us, which is fine - we banter lazily and watch the sun work its way down into the bowels of Powelton. And it's so wonderful - this shared detachment - that I press my hands into the warm, rough bricks behind me and tell my skin to REMEMBER... just like my eyes are going to remember the glare of burning-sunset windows and the dizzy upward soar of the surrounding buildings. And the curiuos glances of the passersby, probably wondering if Todd and I are homeless. | | Sunday, June 20th, 2004 | | 5:30 pm |
It's a mellow Father's day Sunday. I should be vaccuuming/Flash-ing, but I'm not... Instead, here are the first 2 verse of a poem that has been gestating in my head for the past 7 years. Please pardon the sucky grammar. I am a saint. Saint Inna of the hairbrush. Of water bottles and granola cake. In case I get dehydrated or hungry En route to the stake I am a martyr. Throw me to the lions, As they enjoy their vegetarian meal, I'll chase them down and stuff them with my flesh-meat Until they're ill. ... Something to follow, equally profound... Quel, how are you? | | Wednesday, June 9th, 2004 | | 11:25 pm |
The devil made me do this...
Okay, I fought this for as long as I could, aided by the fact that I was up to my ears in Flash projects (and consequently, a lot of guilt and sleep deprivation). Now that I've taken a day-long sabbatical, Quel is all over my behind to get literary... so here's to Quel and all the wonderful peer pressure I get nowdays :-) Falling off a chair while hosting a cat whose main interest is to hang on for dear life is NOT a good idea! | | Sunday, May 16th, 2004 | | 5:21 pm |
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